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.Drew flinched as Chris touched his chest."Pain?""A little.I probably have a few bruises.Big deal."Lifting Drew's shirt, Chris held the pen light in his teeth, looking at discolored skin.There was a long diagonal mark across Drew's chest and stomach, undoubtedly from the seat belt."Any back pain? Or arms or legs?" Chris continued."My elbow hurts.I think it got slammed against the steering wheel.Do you want to kiss it better?" Drew snapped."You are a shitty patient." Chris said, amused by Drew's irritation."I think you're just enjoying bossing me around.""Mmm, maybe.Take a deep breath for me." Chris placed the stethoscope against Drew's chest and listened."Two lungs and one heart present and accounted for?" Drew said."Yes.You know you're probably going to be sore as all hell tomorrow.""Yeah, whatever.I really ought to dig my registration out of the glove compartment before the car gets towed." Drew stood up and then wavered."Whoa…"Chris leaped to his feet and grabbed hold of Drew."Sit down.On the ground." He eased Drew down and laid him so Drew's head lay on Chris' legs."You're okay.I think we can safely assume the adrenaline rush of the accident has left your system." He stroked a gentle hand across Drew's cheek.Drew fisted a hand in the fabric of Chris' shirt and curled up, burying his face against Chris' stomach.He muttered "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" as he began to shake.***He knew he was breathing too fast, but he couldn't seem to get a handle on controlling it.Drew cursed himself for succumbing to such a stupid physical reaction, but at the same time he was insanely glad that Chris was there.He'd had that 'oh shit I'm gonna die' moment as the cars in front of him had slammed on brakes and begun skidding.After everything had stopped, he'd shaken the cobwebs out of his brain, forced the car door open and calmly called 911.In retrospect, getting out of the car under his own power less than two minutes after the collision probably hadn't been too bright.Drew's teeth chattered together.It was all he could do just to hang on to the familiar solid presence of his partner.Chris wrapped both arms around Drew's body and pulled Drew up tight to his chest."It's okay.Really, it's okay.I've got you.Try to breathe slowly." Chris brushed his lips along Drew's temple, kissing him lightly."S-s-so st-stupid," Drew said."It's a common reaction, babe.I have seen hundreds of people just lose it sometimes an hour after they get to the ER.They pass out, they cry, scream, just sit and shake.It's not something you can control.""Am-m a c-cop." Drew held his breath, trying to will his body to stop gasping.The tremors shaking his body were easing off some."Weren't you getting on my case just the other day, telling me it's different when it's personal? You're not the one out directing traffic and taking statements.You were one of the people in the destroyed cars." Chris rubbed a hand on Drew's back."Hey is everything okay, Dr.Kearney?" said a voice.Drew pried his eyes open and looked up to see Ryan, the EMT, coming toward them."He's just really shaken," said Chris."If you could give me a hand getting him up and back to my car that would be great.""I can do that," said the man."Get my registration out of the damned glove compartment first," Drew said."I will.Ryan, can you stay with him while I go find it?" Chris asked."Of course."After helping Drew sit up straight, Chris headed toward the smashed car.Drew felt embarrassed.Here he was, sitting on the pavement like an idiot.He'd finally managed to stop breathing so hard, but he was still shaking in fits and starts.The EMT was down on one knee beside him, with a hand on Drew's shoulder."You're one of the lucky ones.A couple of the drivers got transported.One had to have the roof cut off to get him out," said the EMT."It was disaster movie scary for a few minutes.""I'll bet.How long have you and Dr.Kearney been together?""Um, about six months." Drew had to count months in his head."He's a good doctor."Chris came back."I found it.It's in my pocket.Come on, let's get you up." The EMT and Chris helped Drew to his feet.He didn't get the same head rush as before, but his legs felt all wobbly.With one man on either side of him, Drew walked slowly back down the highway to where Chris had parked.It was probably only a few hundred yards, but it felt a hell of a lot longer.As they drove, Drew pulled his phone from his pocket."I ought to text Jesse and tell him I'm gonna need him to swing by and pick me up in the morning, and I ought to call the Captain and tell him that there's a possibility I might be late.""You're going to tell your boss you're taking a sick day tomorrow.""Is there something you're not telling me?""No.I just know you're underestimating how bad you're going to feel tomorrow.You would be amazed at the number of people who show up in the ER the day after a car accident, thinking something is horrendously wrong because they didn't hurt the day it happened," Chris said."Unh." Drew pondered that.He also thought about Chris' moderately calm response to the whole thing."I think I expected you to be more freaked about this thing tonight [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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